Appearance: With a silver background and black stripes, you can immediately tell that Scarlet is a black tabby. Though the silver background color isn't solid, the black stripes that cover her sides and flanks are still prominant. The stripes on her back and sides go up onto her head and color her whole head black, including her ears, nose and whiskers. Behind her black eyelids are two shining, ice-blue eyes that are highlighted by silver outlines around both eyes.Her paws darken from a light, tabby sliver to a deep, rusty red. Her paw pads are a deep gray and the claws hidden within her paws are an odd color for claws; black. Sometimes they are colored scarlet (from blood of course) which is how she got her very name. She has killled many a cat and won't stop for any reason one throws at her.Her tail is average length, and is dipped with inky black fur from the base to tip.

Personality: Like most rogues, Scarlet is anything but the nice kittypets you find in Twoleg nests. She dislikes almost all cats, especially ones that are younger than herself. She may hold higher respect for older cats, but that doesn't hold her hostility back and will to attack. Over all, Scarlet is just plain mean.She does have her moments, of course, when she treats others with less hostitlity and actually listens to what they have to say. She basically has mood swings and you can never predict how long they will last or what mood she is currently in.Her usual mood is usually dark and secluded, thinking the world is just a huge waste of time. Her sadistic nature comes through when she plays with her food alive, watching the prey squirm for its life. Torturing it until its almost dead and then kills it quickly.She can be quite sarcastic at times. Almost, actually, all the time. She can barely get through a sentence without saying something sarcastic at least once.((Sorry if it doesn't flow that good. I stink at the whole personality/flowey thing))

History:--As a kit, Scarlet was never the favorite of the litter. She was always bitter and never played with her brothers or sisters. she used to sit in the darkest area available at the time and always thought about how she was going to escape her home that she dubbed 'prison'. The only one she loved was her rogue mother; it seems almost like it's a requirement to love your own mother. But her father, also a rouge, was a different matter entirely. He treated her mother like a lowly kittypet, spitting out insults whenever possible, and hurting her by biting her on her legs and neck. Even as a little kit, she knew she hated her father.It was one day when he bit a little too hard Scarlet snapped. Her mother wouldn't stop bleeding and her brothers and sisters were too terrified to do anything but huddle in a pile. She glared at her father, knowing he wouldn't do anything to her; she took advantage then. She ripped her father apart to say the least. She killed him with no regrets or thoughts about what she was doing. All she knew was that she was protecting her mother.She walked over to her mother who was dying slowly from a bite wound to the throat. It was clear that her mother was feeling many things at that moment; but the one she wasn't expecting was anger. Her mother was angry about her killing her father and as she died, she told her to keep away from her other kits (her brothers and sisters) in fear she would kill them as well. She thought that her mother was irrational and wasn't thinking clearly. Why in the world would she be angry that she killed her abusive mate? It made no sense!She ran away from her mother then, leaving her brothers and sisters alone with their dead corpse of a mother.She didn't know how far she went, but when she heard the sound of the ocean, she knew she wasn't home anymore...